awash
breathing in the blues
while I am grounded with green
sky drips from my hair

passing
right now words seem deep
like the sake in my glass
clear as the full moon
...........................................
I know the difference
sometimes each is needed
to be aware
even as the
awareness
is taken
away?
yes

pulled....

tides
inside I feel it
without looking at the sky
impending full moon

hunt
no words caught tonight
they skitter out of my reach
leaving just these few

stripped
pinned by those dark eyes
your life sears up through the depths
my skin burns away